Chapter 10 Wake Up
What is truly ruthless is time.
The sun shines on the entire Changling, and every dilapidated courtyard is covered with a layer of gold.
The vast majority of people in Changling began to hear that the shock of last night came from the big rebel who had sang wildly in Changling City. From panic in the middle of the night to slowly calm down, the news of the Minshan Sword Society began to spread throughout Changling City.
Countless incredible screams and admiration sounded at different corners of Changling at different moments.
The probability that the name "Ding Ning" sounded in Changling City this day was far greater than that of "Baishanshui". This ordinary boy who was still in the Wutong Lake last year miraculously became the first name of the Minshan Sword Club. It was too legendary, especially his origin, which made people in the streets and alleys of Changling even more excited.
The secluded sycamore tree in the past was crowded with countless cars and horses, even the main road outside was blocked. Many people rushed to see how this shabby alley was different from other streets and alleys, and how could such a monster be raised?
Before this, there were only two real monsters, Jing Liuli and An Baoshi, in the entire Changling and the entire Qin Dynasty. However, now the entire Changling soon became the entire Qin Dynasty, and the whole world knew that there was one more Ding Ning.
The streets and alleys were noisy, but the wine shop with the doors locked was still cold.
The ground was filled with thick dust that shook last night. In the sound and eager breathing approaching the door panel, the dust in the hall floated, making everything inside dim.
In the bedroom in the backyard, Changsun Qianxue sat silently on the edge of the bed, her long eyelashes blinking gently.
Even though the news of Ding Ning's victory had already come, she did not know the life and death of Bai Shanshui, and whether Bai Shanshui's journey last night's Wutong fell would cause her a fatal danger.
Ding Ning couldn't feel at ease if she didn't return here.
Deep in the cold palace, the queen's face, who had not been sleeping for a night, still looked so perfect, without any tiredness, and without any different emotions than usual.
She just wrote a letter by hand, then casually handed it to a palace maid standing beside her, and said calmly: "Please bring it to Zhang Yi."
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"I heard that two very powerful flying swords appeared in the suburbs of Changling last night. One sword can resist dozens of ordinary flying swords. I wonder how better than you?"
"A practitioner who breaks the four realms and can defeat the five realms at the time of the battle. Do you think I can defeat him in the future?"
A handsome young man in ordinary mahjong was talking.
The position he stood was on the edge of a cliff. In addition to the faint clouds and mist, there was a void. Only a pale yellow handleless sword was suspended in front of him, trembling slightly with his breath. The breath on the sword had a wonderful rhythm, as if it had a unique life.
There were no one around, so he was talking to his flying sword.
Judging from his expression of speaking, it was not a whim, but he was very used to talking to his flying sword like this.
Even if the flying sword seems to have life, it is still a dead thing that cannot be spoken. Talking to his own flying sword, this person is often very lonely.
However, true geniuses are often lonely.
The sun is everywhere in Changling, but there are still many corners in Changling where there are no sunshine.
Under the canopy that covers the sky and the sun, in the fish market with ghost shadows, there is a piano sound like songs and tears, and several black bamboos swaying around the shaded threshold.
"In fact, the queen's cruelty is not just about killing people with a knife."
The woman in red-shirt, with a gentle face and extremely gentle tone, lowered her head slightly and whispered to the hunched old man in black: "The coldest thing she is and best at is to strip away the people you care about one by one."
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This night passed, and some people were happy, some were sad, while some people had just woken up.
Xie Changsheng opened his eyes with difficulty.
He felt the world outside was dazzling, then felt the heat, and then realized that it was the sunlight that made him feel dazzling.
He is sure he is alive.
Then he couldn't help laughing.
He didn't have much strength, but he used all his strength to laugh.
As expected, the Minshan Sword Sect did not watch him die.
He is still alive, and this is his victory.
"You dare to laugh like this with such a serious injury, and you are not afraid of breaking the wound."
A sarcastic voice came into his ears.
Xie Changsheng had not even seen the scenery around him clearly, so he naturally did not see the person who made the noise, but he replied indifferently: "If you collapse the wound, you won't die."
The person who spoke suddenly stopped and seemed unable to refute his words.
Xie Changsheng blinked his eyes proudly and slowly saw that he was in a blue house.
The ground and walls are all green, but they are no longer pure blue jade.
So he couldn't help but touch the corner of his mouth disdainfully and said, "Qingyu is the way, Qingyu is the hall. I thought the Minshan Sword Sect was so rich that it was so rich that it turned out that it was just the decoration of the outside storefront, but it was just bluestone with similar colors."
"A rich kid is a rich kid. He looks at everything with copper coins."
Hearing a more sarcastic voice, Xie Changsheng reluctantly turned his head, but was stunned.
He saw a girl in blue shirt standing in the doorway with a cold look on his face. Then he immediately remembered that the girl in blue shirt was Jingli, who had previously made him ashamed of herself.
"Strange." He was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but mutter.
Jing Liuli glanced at him and said, "What's strange."
Xie Changsheng hesitated for a moment and said honestly: "I seemed to be afraid of you before, but now I don't seem to be afraid."
Jing Liuli frowned slightly: "What does it mean?"
Xie Changsheng laughed: "It should be that I have died once, so what else can I be afraid of. And in my opinion, I bet with the Minshan Sword Sect, that the Minshan Sword Sect would not let me die. Now that I have won the bet, I have won the entire Minshan Sword Sect. Of course, I will no longer be afraid of you, a genius of the Minshan Sword Sect."
Jing Liuli showed a sarcastic sneer at the corner of her mouth, and turned around, "I am very stupid to comfort myself."
Xie Changsheng was not angry. Looking at her back, he suddenly remembered something important and shouted: "Will the Minshan Sword end?"
Jing Liuli's steps paused slightly, "It's over."
Xie Changsheng's whole body was slightly stiff, "Who is the first name?"
Jing Liuli said without looking back without saying nonsense: "Ding Ning."
Xie Changsheng was stunned.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
In the next moment, he once again used all his strength to laugh wildly.
Jing Liuli did not look back, and her brows frowned deeply again.
Faced with such a stupid and stupid Guanzhong child, she seemed to have no reason to be angry.
At almost the same time, there were still people in Changling City waking up.
Liang Lian was awakening.
In fact, he was not really unconscious, but the Wuji sword body he practiced had a unique sword-raising technique. In the seemingly coma of others, he could use this technique to suppress and repair injuries in his body.
At this time, this kind of healing time is not enough, he should have been in a coma for a longer time.
However, he knew that he had to wake up in advance, even if he left many hidden injuries that were difficult to heal, he had to wake up in advance.
Amid the sound of the battle flags, he woke up in the tent of the Central Army and opened his eyes.
It's just different from usual. There was not even a sergeant guarding with a sword in the tent of the Central Army and even at the door.
At almost the same time, Ding Ning was also awakening in the room not far from Xie Changsheng.
Chapter completed!